ValkharaI felt them before I saw them.The quiet of the forest snapped like a string pulled too tight. The pressure behind my eyes pulsed, the bond flaring to life again as two distinct threads yanked at my spine.Azric.Sevrin.I stepped away from the cottage door, fingers twitching with leftover fire. The silence that had wrapped around me since Nyra’s psychic mute potion was shattered just like that. The moment they got close, their emotions came with them.Jealousy. Possession. Fury.Need.Gods, it hit me like smoke in my throat.Nyra looked up from the table, still stirring her tea like she wasn’t about to witness the supernatural equivalent of a pissing match.“Uh-oh,” she said. “Dickheads incoming.”I spun toward the clearing just as they stepped into view.Azric came first, silent and sharp, violet eyes practically glowing in the shade. He was in black again—elegant, tailored, his hair tousled like he hadn’t slept. Behind him came Sevrin, shirtless, furious, silver-blue eyes
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